Day of Celebration  This is going to be the biggest event ever! I am so excited. It may not seem like it. But ...I am. I'm not really looking forward to the grooling practices that tend to last all day long...but still. This is definately going to be an event that I won't forget, and hopefully a lot of others won't forget either. Now is the time To step into place Remember who we are And share on account of our faith With our feet on the ground Our swords held high It time to cry out loud We are the warriors of the light We are the warriors of the light Day of Celebration practice on Wednesday like all day....Thursday with the lil' Dress Rehearshal at night so even longer than Wednesday practice...and then Friday the big ca-hoon-na! The Final Show at Romney Stadium! woot woot! _______________________________________________ Yesterday my sista badgered me into helping her at the Shower she was holding for Holly, b/c Holly Brewer and Wes Andrew are gettin married! But yeah, so I told her I was juss gonna go lay down for a bit and then I'd come help set up @ 12:30. She comes down at 5 to 1230....she shakes me awake and squeezes me to death and basically gives me like a pep talk while shaking parts of my body (mainly the head) like she's trying to convince herself that the shower will go okay but if it doesn't then it would be my fault. So to make a long story short, she was a basket stress, anxiety case before she even got to the shower! I asked if I could stop by Dereks to drop off a book I borrowed, she grabs my head kind of shaking it and does her lil' fake panic scream and finally says okay. She went to get the mail while I attempted to do my hair. She got the mail and was looking at it so I decided I could hurry and go to the bathroom. It wasn't even 5 seconds from when I shut and locked the door when I heard banging and yelling thru the door "hurry up!" She had dropped everything she was looking at to run to the door and bang on it in less than like 5 seconds. She couldn't concentrate one anything for too long. oy vay. She basically wanted me to come so that I could be like her lil' slave b/c she didn't wanna be 'humiliated' like that or something. So as soon as we got there she remembered all the stuff she forgot and sent me in her huge van btw to go and get it. I went and got it, her van is kinda fun to drive, very bouncy but I liked her other car betta. I came back and of course she says, "I'm glad I brought you with me so you could do stuff like that". We set up....People came...and Mindy being the shy girl but trying to be a leader asked everyone to play her lil' game, guessing the prices of the items (The Price is Right) and it like annoyed everyone b/c they had to get back up off the couches. It's so cute how she tries to take charge an' stuff. We played her game...Played Katies game...and then we set up some food and had sandwhiches. I stood at the end of the table and played with the drinks b/c that's what I'm used to doing at food functions like so. It was sick how like 'work mode' came to me and trying to help everyone get their food. I watched Mindy refill the carrot bowl and I said, "Congrats, you've now experienced my job as a caterer...at it's fullest". Teehee...it was kinda sad and lame but yeah. Then I helped push/pull gifts over to Holly so she could open them. I moved the already opened gifts to the other table so ppl could see. I ate in between and went around with a garbage for those that were done eating. Then we helped put down the food and decorations and took out the trash. Mindy wrote down who gave what on a paper for Holly while I did all that. So yeah, the whole time Mindy was like, "It's a good thing yer here to do all the things that I can't". I think she really appreciated me being there mainly b/c she was prepared to have an anxiety attack over it any minute during it. I'm glad I made the decision to go help her, besides it wasn't anything different from work. haha I wasn't there to participate juss do all the slave work or the 'grunt work' as Mindy describes it. I'm glad I could be of use to her. We got back home and she grabbed me again and shook me telling me how much I helped her today. Then she went downstairs to go have her anxiety attack. I didn't really want her to so I followed her and asked her questions about her and Claine meeting and stuff like that. Definately interesting! Until the whole house woke up and came to interrupt us. Then I went DI shopping! With me Mutti b/c she needed like the same thing I did so I couldn't very well go w/o her and besides she was my money source. I was supposed to get 3 pairs of pants. I HATE pants shopping, I can NEVER find pants that I like, as in style, and that can actually fit me b/c I have a huge butt and no waist!! Anyways...I looked...got bored and went to look at dresses... Mutti came by and picked up the first pair of jeans she saw and told me to go try 'em on. I liked them and they actually fit! Yay! Then she went to black pants and I told her I looked and didn't find anything...she picks up something I was looking at and tells me to try it...I try it and it fits and it was cute! Then we went on to khaki pants....I was on a roll I wasn't gonna let her go away anytime soon. So she looks thru and finds some khakis that I thought were cute and fit too! Woo woo! I'm taking her pants shopping with me all the time. I juss can't do the size thing and the style at the same time. But yeah, I was happy. If I thought I had 20 pairs of jeans before...I do now!! Now I have them in all sorts of colors too! I have like 5 blue jeans and 2 black pants and 2 to 3 khakis and only one of which I actually wear. I played with my happy lil' Braxton. That kid can never stop smiling. So cute. I want one juss like him. The darker skin color, the blue eyes and the smarts/maturity! Derek and I have been like...pushing each others buttons all day long. He got stressed and I juss felt ornery. We like attacked each other all the time. By the end of the night we were playing with water. He had a lil' bit of water in his cup and I've always loved his face/reaction when I throw water at him. It's juss like Dallin all over again. Of course, he like attacked me and stuck my head in the sink. But I think it was fun. But his arm started hurting him and he wanted attention/sympathy after he attacked me and he got all ornery b/c I wouldn't baby him, I didnt really think he deserved it but yeah. For the most part he doesnt baby me when I'm hurt. But then we got into this "I'm not talking to you" war. I refused to talk to him if he juss wanted to be babied about his arm. Yes, I admitt I was in the wrong I juss got tired and frustrated with it. I'm a stubborn girl. By the end of the night we were talking about sympathy and eympathy. I feel I'm really capable of feeling....well showing sympathy towards others. It's sad I know. But I can't show it very well. We talked until like 1 in the morning. I was tired of talking about things I didnt quite understand. And I'm tired of typing non sense also... So I'm going to stop...